The Early Life of Samuel Rogers

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Roberts brothers, 1888 - 406 pages

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Page 356 - ? ' Go, —you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away. There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not, if I could, be gay. ' Oh, if you knew the pensive pleasure That fills my bosom when I sigh, You would not rob me of a treasure Monarch* are too poor to buy!
Page 255 - that blessed mood In which the burden and the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened
Page 100 - sensations as he intended to excite. I reflect, not without vanity, that these discourses bear testimony of my admiration of that truly divine man, and I should desire that the last words I should pronounce in this Academy and from this place should be the name of Michael Angelo.
Page 195 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise 1 Each stamps its image as the other flies. Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense, Brightens or fades ; yet all with magic art Control the latent fibres of the heart.
Page 100 - hand repeated Milton's lines: — ' The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.'
Page 267 - Incens'd with indignation, Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd, That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. — Paradise Lost,
Page 30 - presented him with the freedom of the city in a gold box, in ' testimony of their approbation of his principles and of the high sense they entertained of the excellence of his observations on the justice and policy of the war with America.
Page 366 - Thou who canst give to lightest lay An unpedantic moral gay, Nor less the dullest theme bid flit On wings of unexpected wit; In letters as in life approved, Example honored and beloved, Dear Ellis! to the bard impart A lesson of thy magic art.
Page 63 - Written at Midnight. While through the broken pane the tempest sighs, And my step falters on the faithless floor, Shades of departed joys around me rise, With many a face that smiles on me no more; With many a voice that thrills of transport gave, Now silent as the grass that tufts their grave.
Page 197 - As now at Virgil's tomb We bless the shade, and bid the verdure bloom ; So Tully paused, amid the wrecks of Time, On the rude stone to trace the truth sublime ; When at his feet, in honored dust disclosed, The immortal Sage of Syracuse reposed.

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